Over two decades ago I tagged along with a friend when he went to shoot some trams at an old tram yard in Melbourne. He handed me the camera and said have a go.

It was an isntant attraction. I could not put the camera down.

As far as artistic talent goes, I could draw as about as good as I could sing, which is painful to the ears to say the least. But here I was given an instrument where I could capture moments of time, like an artist with a canvas. Except my blank canvas was the instant movement of the shutter. I loved the challenge that photography presented.

Time passes like ripples on a quiet river rushing under a bridge, so qiuet in it's movement that before we realise it's even there, it's gone.

The true art of photography, to me, is to capture some of those ripples as they rush past. And in that single frame you not only capture that ripple, but an image that tells the story.

Photography means so much to many, but to me it's more than a passion, and more than just a hobby, it's an art form. Being able to take a good photo is not dependant on how much your camera cost, but how you paint the picture in your mind long before the shutter is even pressed. Anyone can press a shutter, but capturing those precious moments in a way that paints what's in your mind to the print is the true art.